Day
74: No griping today. I hope everyone enjoys their weekend and if
possible, makes it better for someone who might need a little cheering
up. Based on this week's Facebook posts, there are about 40-50 people
who need to be talked off the bridge (I don't use that analogy lightly),
so I hope they get the help or the night out they need. I have reached
out to many of these people in the past and it's
usually met with contempt or it's simply ignored, so I assume it's
nothing more than a public scream for attention. That being said, some
of you know these people well better than I do, so reach out if you have
the chance.
I know some of you only really know me based on my posts and I hope you at least try to understand where I am coming from. While I'm happy for those who have found some inner peace and understanding of life, that isn't what life is about. It's about making it better for others. What is the reward in always feeling good about yourself, when those around you are suffering? Sure, telling someone what works for you is fine, but showing them, taking them out, maybe even going against your beliefs to try and enjoy what matters to them, that is what life is about. At least I'd like to think that. #100DaysOfHopper
Day 75: Why do we make so many excuses for the things we like, the people we admire and those we choose to defend, knowing (or not knowing) they are wrong? I try to be true to myself and true to those people and things that mean anything to me, but I also try and call a spade a spade. I don't do this to appear better or more righteous, but to be consistent to who I am, because to me, next to dishonesty, hypocrisy is one of the worst traits one can have.
Now these things aren't always of the utmost importance, such as one thing that irks me today. Paul O'Neill of the Yankees is being honored and the same people who bash David Ortiz and claim steroid use for his increased size during his career, his increased production and his one time smashing a telephone in the dugout are praising this asshole. O'Neill was terrible on the Reds, but comes to the Yankees and bats 50 pts higher, his arms neck and head grow about triple in size and he has fits of rage almost daily. Yet he gets a pass from Yankees fans, because he once said in an article that he's a man of god.
Why is it that I've noticed a trend on Facebook with this happiness/kindness to others. Almost everyone I know who has found happiness posts about it being the little things, but the gossip column that is Facebook and my hometown reveals that nearly all of these spiritual animals recently came into money. Vacations, a great meal at an expensive restaurant and meeting someone who pays for everything can do wonders for your morale...but karma, spirituality or whatever you choose to call your "deepness," not so much.
I also dislike these people who post endlessly about their awful job, family, children, friends and then when I reach out to them, they ignore me or say "I was just having a moment." I've had friends leave this world, because they were having a moment, so please save that shit for when you're serious, not every damn day. If you want to know what problems are, come ask, I have more than you can probably handle and I try and use this silly platform to point out just how silly everyone else is. Is it mean? Sure, at times it is meant to be, but I rarely make it obvious as to who I am outing, unless of course you're one of the smart ones (wink wink my friend). I just find that real problems call for real help, so the hypocrisy of just throwing it out there is that the problem isn't really that big.
Also, don't tell us all how hard it is to lose someone. If you're in my age group, we've all lost someone. I've lost my mother and all of my grandparents, so don't tell me how I don't understand, it sickens me. Most of us didn't go through a decade of watching sickness and deterioration, so please don't tell me I'm being insensitive when I choose not to dump water on my head and point out its silliness. We all have problems, yes, but telling others that yours are worse, because they don't understand is awful. Telling them those people didn't mean as much, because they don't post every time they think about them on Facebook is reprehensible.
We all have our ups and down, but as I stated in another post, if your spectrum of emotions runs the gamut each and every day, there is a great chance, you have much bigger issues than your kid not saying thank you for dinner or the ride to the mall. It might be chemical. It's also wonderful to read about people's happiness and new found life, but that drink of bananas and kale isn't what did it, so let's be honest. Let's also not pretend that being able to sit on a beach for a week, while others dream about four hours alone on in the backyard is the same type of relaxation, especially when one person isn't paying in some way for that time. Let's try and stop being hypocrites and if we have something wonderful to share, let's all be honest about it. I'm eating like a king lately and I have two cents in the bank. Why? Because my father is taking care of me and I feel guilty as hell, but you know what? It is taking me away from the past few months, when I sat in my apartment alone and wondered how the hell I am going to pay for dinner the next few months or if the mold in my apartment, which I had to go to court to get fixed, is killing me. I am thankful and I know where I came from and who to thank and it isn't because I can sit and put my leg over my head or run sixteen miles, it's because for the last five weeks, I haven't had to stare at the reason for my misery. #100DaysOfHopper
I know some of you only really know me based on my posts and I hope you at least try to understand where I am coming from. While I'm happy for those who have found some inner peace and understanding of life, that isn't what life is about. It's about making it better for others. What is the reward in always feeling good about yourself, when those around you are suffering? Sure, telling someone what works for you is fine, but showing them, taking them out, maybe even going against your beliefs to try and enjoy what matters to them, that is what life is about. At least I'd like to think that. #100DaysOfHopper
Day 75: Why do we make so many excuses for the things we like, the people we admire and those we choose to defend, knowing (or not knowing) they are wrong? I try to be true to myself and true to those people and things that mean anything to me, but I also try and call a spade a spade. I don't do this to appear better or more righteous, but to be consistent to who I am, because to me, next to dishonesty, hypocrisy is one of the worst traits one can have.
Now these things aren't always of the utmost importance, such as one thing that irks me today. Paul O'Neill of the Yankees is being honored and the same people who bash David Ortiz and claim steroid use for his increased size during his career, his increased production and his one time smashing a telephone in the dugout are praising this asshole. O'Neill was terrible on the Reds, but comes to the Yankees and bats 50 pts higher, his arms neck and head grow about triple in size and he has fits of rage almost daily. Yet he gets a pass from Yankees fans, because he once said in an article that he's a man of god.
Why is it that I've noticed a trend on Facebook with this happiness/kindness to others. Almost everyone I know who has found happiness posts about it being the little things, but the gossip column that is Facebook and my hometown reveals that nearly all of these spiritual animals recently came into money. Vacations, a great meal at an expensive restaurant and meeting someone who pays for everything can do wonders for your morale...but karma, spirituality or whatever you choose to call your "deepness," not so much.
I also dislike these people who post endlessly about their awful job, family, children, friends and then when I reach out to them, they ignore me or say "I was just having a moment." I've had friends leave this world, because they were having a moment, so please save that shit for when you're serious, not every damn day. If you want to know what problems are, come ask, I have more than you can probably handle and I try and use this silly platform to point out just how silly everyone else is. Is it mean? Sure, at times it is meant to be, but I rarely make it obvious as to who I am outing, unless of course you're one of the smart ones (wink wink my friend). I just find that real problems call for real help, so the hypocrisy of just throwing it out there is that the problem isn't really that big.
Also, don't tell us all how hard it is to lose someone. If you're in my age group, we've all lost someone. I've lost my mother and all of my grandparents, so don't tell me how I don't understand, it sickens me. Most of us didn't go through a decade of watching sickness and deterioration, so please don't tell me I'm being insensitive when I choose not to dump water on my head and point out its silliness. We all have problems, yes, but telling others that yours are worse, because they don't understand is awful. Telling them those people didn't mean as much, because they don't post every time they think about them on Facebook is reprehensible.
We all have our ups and down, but as I stated in another post, if your spectrum of emotions runs the gamut each and every day, there is a great chance, you have much bigger issues than your kid not saying thank you for dinner or the ride to the mall. It might be chemical. It's also wonderful to read about people's happiness and new found life, but that drink of bananas and kale isn't what did it, so let's be honest. Let's also not pretend that being able to sit on a beach for a week, while others dream about four hours alone on in the backyard is the same type of relaxation, especially when one person isn't paying in some way for that time. Let's try and stop being hypocrites and if we have something wonderful to share, let's all be honest about it. I'm eating like a king lately and I have two cents in the bank. Why? Because my father is taking care of me and I feel guilty as hell, but you know what? It is taking me away from the past few months, when I sat in my apartment alone and wondered how the hell I am going to pay for dinner the next few months or if the mold in my apartment, which I had to go to court to get fixed, is killing me. I am thankful and I know where I came from and who to thank and it isn't because I can sit and put my leg over my head or run sixteen miles, it's because for the last five weeks, I haven't had to stare at the reason for my misery. #100DaysOfHopper
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